Chapter 148
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Shui Shen Zhi Feng
Chapter 148
In the Potions basement, Harry and Hermione sat at a table, while Ron sat at Dean and Seamus's.
"The antidote!" said Snape, looking around the class, his cold black eyes gleaming uncomfortably. "You should prepare your own recipe by now. I ask you to boil it carefully, and then, we will choose one person to try..."
The potion course in the fourth grade is really not easy, and the students already need to study the formula by themselves.
As early as the first week of school, Snape had already explained the relationship between understanding the drug and other drugs-the antidote mentioned here was not just the antidote, but also included the antidote for understanding the love potion, Polyjuice Potion, and Veritaserum.The knowledge here is so broad and profound that it can almost be classified as a discipline alone.Of course, in the Hogwarts syllabus, the antidote to the relatively common potion is taught.
Snape had said he was going to poison one of them before Christmas and see if their cure worked.Looks like it's today!
Schelling didn't care, anyway, according to the plot, he and Harry didn't have to go to class today.
As for Daphne, he had already secretly practiced the preparation of the universal antidote with her a few times.As long as Daphne’s steps are not wrong, even if the change of astronomical time is not coordinated well, even if the temperature of the fire is not well controlled, most of the poisons can be undone.
Besides, the possibility of Snape choosing a Slytherin student as a target for poisoning was extremely low.
Just then, there was a knock on the door of the basement classroom.
The person who came was a third-year student from Gryffindor, with ash-brown hair and short stature.Schelling remembered his name as Colin Creevey and was a hardcore Harry Potter fan.
He slid sideways into the classroom, first flashing a smile at Harry before walking towards Snape's podium at the front of the room.
"What?" Snape asked impatiently.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm taking Harry Potter upstairs."
Snape looked down at Colin from his hooked nose, and the smile disappeared on Colin's eager face.
"Potter has an hour-long Potions class," Snape said coldly. "He'll go upstairs after class."
Colin blushed.
"Sir—sir, it's not just Harry Potter, but Sherin Malfoy too, Mr. Bagman told me to call for someone," he said awkwardly. "All the brave men are going, I think they're going to take pictures..."
Snape's face was brilliant.
He held it back for so long, and wanted to poison Harry on Halloween, but was interrupted by the welcome ceremony for guests outside the school, and now he finally waited for the opportunity to punish Harry severely, but he had to watch the cooked duck fly away.
No matter how unwilling he was, he couldn't say anything, after all, Schelling would leave the classroom with Harry.
"Potter—" he said with a sneer, "Why does our famous Potter need to take such a simple potions class?"
He walked to Schelling's table, looked at Schelling with scrutiny, and said with a cold expression, "Malfoy, I wish you good luck." He paused, and said softly, "After you're done, come to my office sometime."
Schelling looked at Professor Snape and nodded in agreement.
Both Harry and Schelling stood up and walked towards the door.
"That's amazing, isn't it, Harry?" Colin said eagerly as Harry walked out of the classroom and closed the door. "Isn't it? You're a warrior!"
Harry felt his face burn and wished Colin would shut his mouth.He had been defeated by Xie Lin twice, and when he thought that he was going to compete with him, he completely lost confidence in his heart.
He tried to change the subject. "Why are they taking pictures, Colin?"
"Probably in the Daily Prophet!"
"Fantastic," Harry murmured in a voice only he could hear, "exactly what I wanted. Further embarrassment."
Came to an empty classroom, Colin left in a hurry after saying "good luck".
It was a small classroom, and most of the desks had been pushed to the back of the room, leaving a large space in the middle.But there were three desks, side by side, in front of the blackboard, covered with a long piece of velvet.Behind the velvet-covered desk, there were five chairs, one of which sat Ludovic Bagman, talking to a witch in a magenta robe.
When Eleanor and Katharine saw Schelling, they greeted Schelling in surprise, completely ignoring Harry who was standing aside, which made Harry's face even more ugly.
Bagman suddenly saw Harry, stood up quickly, and jumped forward.
"Ah, come in, Harry, come in... nothing to worry about, it's just a wand-testing ceremony, the other judges will be here soon—"
Detect wand? ' asked Harry uneasily.
"We must check that your wands are fully functional and in good condition, as they will be your most important equipment in the events to come," Bagman said. "The specialist is upstairs with Dumbledore. And then a few photoshoots. This is Rita Skeeter," he said, pointing to the witch in the magenta robe, "and she's writing an article about the Tournament for the Daily Prophet. Small article..."
Rita's dress was very fashionable. It looked like she had been carefully dressed. Her blond hair was curled very deliberately, and it was obviously fixed with some kind of potion, but her aesthetic sense was probably not very good. This hairstyle looked very awkward when paired with her wide chin.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, staring at Harry like a hyena had found prey.
"Before we start, can I have a few words with Harry?" she asked Bagman, her eyes still fixed on Harry. "The youngest warrior, you know . . . to add some color to the article."
Just as Bagman agreed, the unlucky Harry had already been caught by her in a broom closet for an interview.
Eleanor looked at this scene with deep meaning, and said softly to Schelling: "You British reporters are really interesting. You ignored our overseas guests, and even ignored you, Sir Merlin, and just picked that boy who survived a catastrophe for an exclusive interview..."
Schelling naturally knew what was going on.
Rita is a person who only writes gossip related to slander and gossip. For her career, she is not even afraid of Dumbledore.However, she also has weaknesses. What she is most afraid of is losing the career she has built up with great difficulty——Schelling has a background in the media industry, so how dare she provoke herself?
Schelling replied with a smile: "It's the Boy Who Lived! It's always more attractive to readers. You have to know that readers are very selective. They all want to read articles that are novel and eccentric, logically self-consistent, and written like a god. Even so, there are only a few Nate's "Daily Prophet" and some people go to its competitors to read pirated copies."
Katharine burst out laughing, "Mr. Malfoy, why do I feel that you have a lot of resentment?"
The conversation of several people was interrupted by Dumbledore's footsteps, and he and Mr. Ollivander came down from upstairs together.After he heard about Harry and Rita from Bagman, he frowned, and immediately went into the broom closet to interrupt the interview, and then rescued Harry.
Rita flushed with excitement, and ran out with the parchment.And Harry's complexion was as ugly as if he had eaten a fly.
Then the wand detection ceremony began.
The first to test the wand was Katharina Monroe.
Ollivander twirled the wand between his slender fingers like a baton, sending out many pink and gold sparks.Then he brought his wand close to his eyes again, and looked at it carefully.
"Yes," he said softly, "eleven and a half inches. . . very springy. . . made of aspen. . . . . . . . . .
"Contains the wing-feather of a couatle," said Katharine, "my family wand."
Although Schelling had never made a wand himself, he was not ignorant of wand science.Whether it is the Malfoy family, the Black family, the Greengrass family, or the Ravenclaw library, there are some classics on staff science. Collecting the knowledge handed down from these families, Schelling may not be as good as Ollivander, but it is definitely enough to despise most people in the field of staff science.
The right aspen owner is often a natural duelist, for aspen wands are one of those particularly martial wands.When the Silver Spear was first created, it was said that only wizards and witches with aspen wands were allowed to participate.
The wings and feathers of the Feathered Serpent are even more extraordinary. It combines the powerful characteristics of the dragon core wand—so the spells cast will be more powerful; at the same time, it also has the diversity of the phoenix core wand—so it can produce many creative changes in the spell effect.
Looking at the wand alone, Schelling concluded that—
It really is a strong enemy!
Ollivander frowned deeply. The ability of this magic wand was beyond his appreciation. The Feathered Serpent had been extinct for a long time, and he had never seen the Feathered Serpent wand!
So, he could only pretend to run his fingers over the wand, apparently checking it for scratches and bruises, and returned it to Katharine without even daring to cast a charm on it.
"Very good, very good, in good shape." Mr. Ollivander said, "Mr. Malfoy, it's your turn."
Katharine returned to her seat briskly, and smiled at Schelling as she passed by.
Mr. Ollivander checked very carefully. It took him more than 10 minutes to check back and forth. He looked at Schelling carefully and said, "Mr. Malfoy, do you remember what I told you when you bought this wand from me three years ago? I found that your wand seems to have changed..."
Xie Lin frowned and said, "Excuse me, is there something wrong with my wand?" Xie Lin thought that there was something wrong with his wand that he hadn't noticed, but he thought he had always maintained his wand well.
"No, no, don't get me wrong, Mr. Malfoy." Ollivander said hastily: "There is nothing wrong with the wand, but I feel that it has changed more than before that I can't describe. I guarantee that this change is only good for you. It fits you better. Using it will make your spells more handy."
Mr. Ollivander made Schelling's wand emit a string of silver-white smoke rings, and the smoke rings floated from one end of the room to the other. He expressed his satisfaction and said, "Miss Hohenheim, it's your turn."
Eleanor stood up gracefully and handed the wand to Mr. Ollivander.
"Well," said Mr. Ollivander, "if I'm not mistaken, it's Gregorovitch's product. He's an excellent wandmaker, though I'm not quite in the style of his...but..."
There was no change in the expression on Eleanor's face, but Schelling still caught a trace of sarcasm flashing in her eyes.
Ollivander suddenly changed his face, "Oh——"
His face was flushed unnaturally, obviously shocked by his discovery, and he whispered: "I was mistaken, this is not Grigovich, this is... this is..."
"This is Cadmus Peverell's wand!"
Perhaps because she never thought that this unattractive old man in front of her could see through the origin of the wand, a hint of surprise flashed in Eleanor's eyes, but a smile appeared on her mouth.
"Yes, the ancestors of the family were fortunate to have obtained this item."
A gleam flashed in Xie Lin's eyes.
Is this family who practiced necromancy really inseparable from the highest achievement in necromancy, the "Resurrection Stone"?
In this way, I still almost underestimated this opponent.
In addition to Palather's heritage, do you also have the Peverell family's heritage, Eleanor von Hohenheim...
Ollivander held the wand flat in front of his eyes, checked it over and over several times, cold sweat broke out slightly on his forehead, he could not see the material of the wand body, nor the composition of the core!
After a while, he spoke, and there was a tremor in his voice: "Very good, very good...it looks like a good wand..."
Finally it was Harry's turn.
Aha!
"Ah, yes," said Mr. Ollivander, his pale eyes flashing suddenly with excitement, "yes, yes, yes. I remember it clearly."
No one knew how excited he was!Finally face a simple wand!
Isn't it Phoenix tail feathers and holly wood?Easiest wand ever!
(End of this chapter)
In the Potions basement, Harry and Hermione sat at a table, while Ron sat at Dean and Seamus's.
"The antidote!" said Snape, looking around the class, his cold black eyes gleaming uncomfortably. "You should prepare your own recipe by now. I ask you to boil it carefully, and then, we will choose one person to try..."
The potion course in the fourth grade is really not easy, and the students already need to study the formula by themselves.
As early as the first week of school, Snape had already explained the relationship between understanding the drug and other drugs-the antidote mentioned here was not just the antidote, but also included the antidote for understanding the love potion, Polyjuice Potion, and Veritaserum.The knowledge here is so broad and profound that it can almost be classified as a discipline alone.Of course, in the Hogwarts syllabus, the antidote to the relatively common potion is taught.
Snape had said he was going to poison one of them before Christmas and see if their cure worked.Looks like it's today!
Schelling didn't care, anyway, according to the plot, he and Harry didn't have to go to class today.
As for Daphne, he had already secretly practiced the preparation of the universal antidote with her a few times.As long as Daphne’s steps are not wrong, even if the change of astronomical time is not coordinated well, even if the temperature of the fire is not well controlled, most of the poisons can be undone.
Besides, the possibility of Snape choosing a Slytherin student as a target for poisoning was extremely low.
Just then, there was a knock on the door of the basement classroom.
The person who came was a third-year student from Gryffindor, with ash-brown hair and short stature.Schelling remembered his name as Colin Creevey and was a hardcore Harry Potter fan.
He slid sideways into the classroom, first flashing a smile at Harry before walking towards Snape's podium at the front of the room.
"What?" Snape asked impatiently.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm taking Harry Potter upstairs."
Snape looked down at Colin from his hooked nose, and the smile disappeared on Colin's eager face.
"Potter has an hour-long Potions class," Snape said coldly. "He'll go upstairs after class."
Colin blushed.
"Sir—sir, it's not just Harry Potter, but Sherin Malfoy too, Mr. Bagman told me to call for someone," he said awkwardly. "All the brave men are going, I think they're going to take pictures..."
Snape's face was brilliant.
He held it back for so long, and wanted to poison Harry on Halloween, but was interrupted by the welcome ceremony for guests outside the school, and now he finally waited for the opportunity to punish Harry severely, but he had to watch the cooked duck fly away.
No matter how unwilling he was, he couldn't say anything, after all, Schelling would leave the classroom with Harry.
"Potter—" he said with a sneer, "Why does our famous Potter need to take such a simple potions class?"
He walked to Schelling's table, looked at Schelling with scrutiny, and said with a cold expression, "Malfoy, I wish you good luck." He paused, and said softly, "After you're done, come to my office sometime."
Schelling looked at Professor Snape and nodded in agreement.
Both Harry and Schelling stood up and walked towards the door.
"That's amazing, isn't it, Harry?" Colin said eagerly as Harry walked out of the classroom and closed the door. "Isn't it? You're a warrior!"
Harry felt his face burn and wished Colin would shut his mouth.He had been defeated by Xie Lin twice, and when he thought that he was going to compete with him, he completely lost confidence in his heart.
He tried to change the subject. "Why are they taking pictures, Colin?"
"Probably in the Daily Prophet!"
"Fantastic," Harry murmured in a voice only he could hear, "exactly what I wanted. Further embarrassment."
Came to an empty classroom, Colin left in a hurry after saying "good luck".
It was a small classroom, and most of the desks had been pushed to the back of the room, leaving a large space in the middle.But there were three desks, side by side, in front of the blackboard, covered with a long piece of velvet.Behind the velvet-covered desk, there were five chairs, one of which sat Ludovic Bagman, talking to a witch in a magenta robe.
When Eleanor and Katharine saw Schelling, they greeted Schelling in surprise, completely ignoring Harry who was standing aside, which made Harry's face even more ugly.
Bagman suddenly saw Harry, stood up quickly, and jumped forward.
"Ah, come in, Harry, come in... nothing to worry about, it's just a wand-testing ceremony, the other judges will be here soon—"
Detect wand? ' asked Harry uneasily.
"We must check that your wands are fully functional and in good condition, as they will be your most important equipment in the events to come," Bagman said. "The specialist is upstairs with Dumbledore. And then a few photoshoots. This is Rita Skeeter," he said, pointing to the witch in the magenta robe, "and she's writing an article about the Tournament for the Daily Prophet. Small article..."
Rita's dress was very fashionable. It looked like she had been carefully dressed. Her blond hair was curled very deliberately, and it was obviously fixed with some kind of potion, but her aesthetic sense was probably not very good. This hairstyle looked very awkward when paired with her wide chin.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, staring at Harry like a hyena had found prey.
"Before we start, can I have a few words with Harry?" she asked Bagman, her eyes still fixed on Harry. "The youngest warrior, you know . . . to add some color to the article."
Just as Bagman agreed, the unlucky Harry had already been caught by her in a broom closet for an interview.
Eleanor looked at this scene with deep meaning, and said softly to Schelling: "You British reporters are really interesting. You ignored our overseas guests, and even ignored you, Sir Merlin, and just picked that boy who survived a catastrophe for an exclusive interview..."
Schelling naturally knew what was going on.
Rita is a person who only writes gossip related to slander and gossip. For her career, she is not even afraid of Dumbledore.However, she also has weaknesses. What she is most afraid of is losing the career she has built up with great difficulty——Schelling has a background in the media industry, so how dare she provoke herself?
Schelling replied with a smile: "It's the Boy Who Lived! It's always more attractive to readers. You have to know that readers are very selective. They all want to read articles that are novel and eccentric, logically self-consistent, and written like a god. Even so, there are only a few Nate's "Daily Prophet" and some people go to its competitors to read pirated copies."
Katharine burst out laughing, "Mr. Malfoy, why do I feel that you have a lot of resentment?"
The conversation of several people was interrupted by Dumbledore's footsteps, and he and Mr. Ollivander came down from upstairs together.After he heard about Harry and Rita from Bagman, he frowned, and immediately went into the broom closet to interrupt the interview, and then rescued Harry.
Rita flushed with excitement, and ran out with the parchment.And Harry's complexion was as ugly as if he had eaten a fly.
Then the wand detection ceremony began.
The first to test the wand was Katharina Monroe.
Ollivander twirled the wand between his slender fingers like a baton, sending out many pink and gold sparks.Then he brought his wand close to his eyes again, and looked at it carefully.
"Yes," he said softly, "eleven and a half inches. . . very springy. . . made of aspen. . . . . . . . . .
"Contains the wing-feather of a couatle," said Katharine, "my family wand."
Although Schelling had never made a wand himself, he was not ignorant of wand science.Whether it is the Malfoy family, the Black family, the Greengrass family, or the Ravenclaw library, there are some classics on staff science. Collecting the knowledge handed down from these families, Schelling may not be as good as Ollivander, but it is definitely enough to despise most people in the field of staff science.
The right aspen owner is often a natural duelist, for aspen wands are one of those particularly martial wands.When the Silver Spear was first created, it was said that only wizards and witches with aspen wands were allowed to participate.
The wings and feathers of the Feathered Serpent are even more extraordinary. It combines the powerful characteristics of the dragon core wand—so the spells cast will be more powerful; at the same time, it also has the diversity of the phoenix core wand—so it can produce many creative changes in the spell effect.
Looking at the wand alone, Schelling concluded that—
It really is a strong enemy!
Ollivander frowned deeply. The ability of this magic wand was beyond his appreciation. The Feathered Serpent had been extinct for a long time, and he had never seen the Feathered Serpent wand!
So, he could only pretend to run his fingers over the wand, apparently checking it for scratches and bruises, and returned it to Katharine without even daring to cast a charm on it.
"Very good, very good, in good shape." Mr. Ollivander said, "Mr. Malfoy, it's your turn."
Katharine returned to her seat briskly, and smiled at Schelling as she passed by.
Mr. Ollivander checked very carefully. It took him more than 10 minutes to check back and forth. He looked at Schelling carefully and said, "Mr. Malfoy, do you remember what I told you when you bought this wand from me three years ago? I found that your wand seems to have changed..."
Xie Lin frowned and said, "Excuse me, is there something wrong with my wand?" Xie Lin thought that there was something wrong with his wand that he hadn't noticed, but he thought he had always maintained his wand well.
"No, no, don't get me wrong, Mr. Malfoy." Ollivander said hastily: "There is nothing wrong with the wand, but I feel that it has changed more than before that I can't describe. I guarantee that this change is only good for you. It fits you better. Using it will make your spells more handy."
Mr. Ollivander made Schelling's wand emit a string of silver-white smoke rings, and the smoke rings floated from one end of the room to the other. He expressed his satisfaction and said, "Miss Hohenheim, it's your turn."
Eleanor stood up gracefully and handed the wand to Mr. Ollivander.
"Well," said Mr. Ollivander, "if I'm not mistaken, it's Gregorovitch's product. He's an excellent wandmaker, though I'm not quite in the style of his...but..."
There was no change in the expression on Eleanor's face, but Schelling still caught a trace of sarcasm flashing in her eyes.
Ollivander suddenly changed his face, "Oh——"
His face was flushed unnaturally, obviously shocked by his discovery, and he whispered: "I was mistaken, this is not Grigovich, this is... this is..."
"This is Cadmus Peverell's wand!"
Perhaps because she never thought that this unattractive old man in front of her could see through the origin of the wand, a hint of surprise flashed in Eleanor's eyes, but a smile appeared on her mouth.
"Yes, the ancestors of the family were fortunate to have obtained this item."
A gleam flashed in Xie Lin's eyes.
Is this family who practiced necromancy really inseparable from the highest achievement in necromancy, the "Resurrection Stone"?
In this way, I still almost underestimated this opponent.
In addition to Palather's heritage, do you also have the Peverell family's heritage, Eleanor von Hohenheim...
Ollivander held the wand flat in front of his eyes, checked it over and over several times, cold sweat broke out slightly on his forehead, he could not see the material of the wand body, nor the composition of the core!
After a while, he spoke, and there was a tremor in his voice: "Very good, very good...it looks like a good wand..."
Finally it was Harry's turn.
Aha!
"Ah, yes," said Mr. Ollivander, his pale eyes flashing suddenly with excitement, "yes, yes, yes. I remember it clearly."
No one knew how excited he was!Finally face a simple wand!
Isn't it Phoenix tail feathers and holly wood?Easiest wand ever!
(End of this chapter)
